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Pairing(s)/Character(s): Minerva/Hooch
Kink(s): fantasy
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks): rimming, serious humiliation
Prompt: Hooch used to find the start-of-term feast incredibly boring. That was before the Weasleys invented the Patented Daydream Charm.

Title: Bit of a Daydream
Pairing: Minerva/Rolanda
Kinks, Themes Fantasy, romance, established relationship, fingering
Rating NC-17
Words: 1,900
A/N Kelly, I know you're not supposed to start with apologies, but I must beg your forgiveness for taking longer than anticipated--life, computer issues and these ladies inability to get down and dirty from the get go slowed me down. Secondly, I don't know your head canon for this couple, but I had fun with the age disparity after reading that Hooch was probably a bit older than Minerva--I hope that's okay. And lastly, for the sake of this little PWPish ditty, lets pretend it takes place in a magical time where the Weasley's were old enough to not only create but improve their charm (or potion for this story) AND that Dumbledore was still alive and well and life was all about war and the life and death of it all.

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“Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!” Dumbledore boomed.

Minerva sighed. Another year, another tedious Opening Ceremony. One could only feed off the nerves, excitement and terror of the First Years each year for so long before once again falling into the old routine. She lasted through the Sorting Ceremony because she was invested in that, but after, the speeches, the special announcements, the warnings that no one heeded, and all this before they even touched the food spread out before them, was all a bit much.

If she could just doze off from the moment that Sorting Hat was taken off the last student and sleep until the end of that ridiculous rendition of the supposed school song, she’d be forever grateful. And as she looked around the dais, she smirked that she clearly wasn’t the only one who thought similarly. Severus sat back in his chair picking imaginary lint from his robes and trying very hard to keep his amount of eye-roll to an acceptable level as Dumbledore rattled on about the virtues and vices of each House. Filius hid his droopy eyes behind a large floral arrangement and Septima was reciting formulas under her breath as she jotted down figures on the tablecloth with invisible ink.

The only one who looked at all interested in the goings on, was surprisingly, Rolanda. She was sitting up straight, her eyes were focused and she looked riveted. But, on closer inspection, Minerva realized it wasn’t really Dumbledore or his propaganda she was focusing on, it was her, Minerva. She bowed her head with a blush. Even now, this woman and her attentions to her was rather dizzying. She tried not to let her mind wander to where it wanted and stay there where she must be proper.

However, when she looked up, she was still staring intently and also indicating by raising her own glass and dragging her eyes from Minerva to her goblet, that they should drink. Minerva needn’t be told twice, no matter how proper she was to be, a few swallows of wine--or whatever was in her glass that she hadn’t noticed being filled--wouldn’t kill her. Still, by the way Rolanda’s eyes sparkled, by the unfamiliar smell and unusual color of the drink, she hesitated.

Again Rolanda guided Minerva with her eyes to the small bottle that had been placed beside the goblet. She picked it up and adjusted her glasses to read the small print.

Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes
New and Improved
Patented Daydream Charms
Boring lectures got you down? Another tedious meeting making you dread life? Want a little sizzle in your daytime strife?
One swallow and you’ll be transported to a place of your own imaginings with no interruptions to your fantasy dream state.

Minerva only took a moment to consider before she shrugged, raised her glass and with a smirk towards Rolanda, brought it to her lips and waited for Rolanda to do the same.

Wow! I'm so sorry i missed this when you first posted, my dear, but I can only conclude that like Rolanda and Minerva, the story has gotten even more wonderful with age. For a supposed "PWP," this fic is already a marvel of atmosphere and spot-on characterization, not only of Minerva and Ro, but also of all the lovely cameos. Love the Weasley's advertising jingle, and you do a perfect job of establishing the tedium of year-after-year ceremonies (I speak from experience here; I've been so bored at such events that I've had to entertain myself by mentally putting all the states in alphabetical order or thinking of every song I know that has a city name in the lyrics. So I totally get Septima).

trying very hard to keep his amount of eye-roll to an acceptable level
Haha. Typical Snape.

Even now, this woman and her attentions to her was rather dizzying. She tried not to let her mind wander to where it wanted and stay there where she must be proper.
So IC -- just how I see Minerva, with that tension between fierceness/rebellion and propriety.

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What a delight! That meeting is so totally spot-on.

I love the cameos, and I love the anticipation even more. Given the overall excellence of the Weasley products, I'm in for a huge treat.

The liquid barely passed her tongue--tasting of the sea and the Highlands--before she felt the magic begin; her mind slowly retreating from her body. As she looked around in wonder, she could still see her body sitting perfectly still, her eyes forward as if actually paying attention to the goings on in the Great Hall. In her mind, she laughed, just to test that it wouldn’t show up on her person. Nothing happened.

She laughed again as she looked around. She was on a Quidditch Pitch. Not the school’s, she was certain of that, but it took her a moment to place it. It had been eons since she’d been there last. The Glasgow Golden Eagles, one of the first all-female teams. The first Quidditch match she ever went to was in this pitch. She had been 10 years old and there had been so many things she didn’t know before then that she very much was aware of after.

First she discovered that Quidditch was the best thing she’d ever seen and couldn’t wait to learn to fly, to maybe one day play herself. It instantly went to first place on the things she wanted when she got to Hogwarts in the next year. The second thing, the most important thing, is she discovered a tingle that worked its way through every pore of her body watching strong, capable women attain greatness in a heated battle.

Or maybe, she thought later when the game was over and the team gathered on the field and removed their helmets and raised them in victory and she stared in held-breath awe, maybe it was just the strong and capable woman that did things to her.

The woman that had done that for her all those many years ago was the woman who stood before her now, only so much different, so much more. Her hair, dark and spiked then was now silver and still spiked. Minerva marveled as she approached Rolanda and reached her hand to her, touching her fingers lightly to her face, her jawline, her temples, her chin.

“What do you see?” Rolanda asked.

Minerva whispered, as if afraid to break the spell, or still worried her voice would carry outside the dreamstate. “An amalgamation of all the yous I’ve ever loved.”

Rolanda smiled and her eyes shone bright and electric. Minerva had forgotten what that particular shine had done to her. It was almost painful the speed of her heart.

“How does this daydream work? Is this yours, mine or are we truly sharing the same dream?”

“Does it matter?” Rolanda asked with a shrug. She reached for Minerva’s hand and the next thing Minerva felt was the thrill of flying. They were on broomsticks and soaring around the field, the wind whipping their robes about them like tendrils in search of a support. Minerva, after a moment of steadying herself and also reminding herself they were dreaming, clutched the broom tight with her thighs before throwing her arms out wide and embracing the experience for all its life-defying, magical glory.

Rolanda rode up opposite her. “Why don’t you ride anymore? You clearly miss it.”

Minerva shrugged. “Time… life… forgetfulness. I forgot how much I enjoy this. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Did I ever tell you the first time I saw you on a broom?”

“Ey, you have. I used to be both amused and--what’s that phrase the kids use? Creeped out? Yes, creeped out by that. How much of my life I felt I’d lived while you were still a child. Funny how age differences diminish with time. How young you were, how little you’d experienced and now it’s almost like the difference has been reversed--”

“Are you saying I now seem the old one?” Minerva asked with a smirk.

“I’m saying you now seem the wise one, the one with the experiences I never had.”

Minerva smiled and leaned slightly on her stick so their lips could touch. “I like the experiences we have together the best.”

The kiss was an amalgamation too. The heady dream of it all Minerva used to feel when she’d first swallowed her fear and made her desire known, then the rushed and heated of every moment they weren’t kissing was wasted and unbearable, until finally the slow, lingering heat of stable and enduring passion.

Oh, yes! You continue with the excellent characterization (of course they'd fly!) and the clever magical atmosphere. Of course McG would test the charm, and I can totally imagine her inquiring about the logistics of the spell in the middle of a potential sexual fantasy.

Love this line: The woman that had done that for her all those many years ago was the woman who stood before her now, only so much different, so much more. You do such a fine job of combining past and present, then and now.

The liquid barely passed her tongue--tasting of the sea and the Highlands--
Perfect image.

“An amalgamation of all the yous I’ve ever loved.”
THIS. I just love this. You really capture the many layers of a long-term relationship. . .how the passage of time works, how one's younger selves are always present, sharing space with one's older self.

That last paragraph is a killer, too, as is this excellent line: embracing the experience for all its life-defying, magical glory.

You've just about summed up the story for me!

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And I was right! This is brilliant.

Ickle!Minerva and her new-found passion for strong, capable women.

And Minerva seeing “An amalgamation of all the yous I’ve ever loved.” This is such a brilliant line. It does more than sum up the feel of the story - it sums up their, and in a way every, long and loving relationship.

And Minerva is so wonderfully IC with her testing and her interest in how things work.

When they finally pulled away and Minerva opened her eyes, she wasn’t too surprised that the feeling of flying had been from the kiss; they were no longer on brooms. They were in the Gryffindor changing rooms.

Minerva laughed. “This is definitely your daydream. It’s been ages since I’ve spent any time in here. I couldn’t recall all these details from memory.”

Rolanda blushed. “I admit, I spend a fair amount of time imagining us in here, wishing that we had our heydays of Quidditch together. Oh, the things we’d have gotten up to.”

“Yeah? Like?”

“Well, I could tell you,” she reached for Minerva’s hand and tugged, “or I could just show you.”

Next moment they were naked and under the head of a dozen water spouts in the communal shower. Warm water spritzed off their shoulders and backs. As she reached up to undo the knot in her hair, Minerva raised her head to let the water work its way through her scalp as well. Rolanda took that exposed neck as an invite and ran her fingers along Minerva’s shoulders and around her neck, pulling her. Her lips devoured Minerva’s flesh, licking and sucking as she worked her fingers in the nape of the long hair being wetted.

It had been years since they’d been this adventurious in their lovemaking, not that they were boring, or in anyway unsatisfied, but it was amazing to have the memory of how it had been and the ability through the miraculous of this potion to live it again. She had forgotten how it felt to be this hungry. She wanted to touch everything, taste everything and then she wanted to do it all again.

While Rolanda worked her tongue down Minerva’s chest to take her nipple in her mouth and suck greedily, Minerva sped her fingers massage down Rolanda’s back and grasped her buttocks with a moan. She wrapped her leg against Rolanda’s thigh and began rotating her hips, reveling in the friction as she snaked her hand between them to bring the same pleasure to Rolanda.

As she stroked along her clit, Rolanda both swore and pleaded in the same breath. Rolanda raised her knee so Minerva could better ride her thigh as she worked her fingers inside Rolanda, matching her strokes.

The pleading got louder and more syllabic, but in the background Minerva could hear a sound she’d always hated, but now it chilled her blood.

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald,
Or young with scabby knees…

“Fuck!” Rolanda articulated for them both.

“Come on, baby,” Minerva whispered, kissing Rolanda deep and desperate. “Come for me.”

And, as if she were one of her dutiful students, Rolanda did exactly as she was told. Then she helped Minerva do the same with a string of curse words and a gasp of her own.

Rolanda laughed as she held Minerva tight. “I do love so when you use your bedroom words.”

Minerva smirked as she stood herself up straight and worked her hair back into its customary and proper place. “Maybe we could continue this tonight? In bed this time?”

“Minerva McGonagall, you are insatiable! But yes, in bed. Even my fantasy legs are sore.”

Minerva smiled and took her hand. “Maybe we could take turns with massage first then?”

Rolanda smiled, tightened her entwined fingers, and with her other hand, snapped her fingers.

...Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.

If anyone noticed that Minerva and Rolanda’s voices were the loudest there at the end, and that they looked entirely more gleeful than the situation warranted, they kept it to themselves.

Minerva couldn’t stop smiling as she mentally made a note to send a thank you card to the Weasley twins and then anonymously order a vat of their miraculous potion. After all, the year ahead would be riddled with staff meetings and sitting detentions that could always use a bit of a daydream.

Oh!
First, this was so clever. I can only imagine how boring it would get listening to the same speeches over and over (and knowing none of the children are listening). *g*
And I love how playful they are here in their daydream.
Sweet and delicious! :)

Thanks, love. ♥♥

it was amazing to have the memory of how it had been and the ability through the miraculous of this potion to live it again. She had forgotten how it felt to be this hungry.
I just love clever, inventive magical details like this. . .perfectly a part of the world and expertly a part of the characterization. You do such a good job with the fact that these are older people in a long-term relationship; time and memory create such believable layers. You show exactly how things progress and change, from the intensity and "hunger" and newness of the beginning to the quieter, deeper, more complex experience of years.

The scene is beautifully hot, all the more so for being so firmly rooted in character.

The Hoggywarty song is an hilariously appropriate touch, and I heartily approve of Minerva's future plans at the end.

THANK YOU, dear TJ, for this wonderful gift. You're such a dab hand with character, and I loved every word.

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Thank you! It was a pleasure writing this for you. You always remind me that I love these two together. ♥

I love this - if only.... some of the Weasley twins' potions would be definitely excellent to have around :-).
Your characterizations are so thoughtful: I was touched most by Rolanda's feelings about hearing from Minerva when she saw her for the first time; the age differences at the start of ones life do seem "creepy", whereas matter not a bit a few decades later ;-).
The shower scene is everything one could wish for this pairing <3

Minervas_Eule

Thank you! It's a real treat to spend time with these ladies young, old and all the stages in between.

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I will never be able to read the Hogwarts' song again, especially the

Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald,
Or young with scabby knees…
bit without a mental image of my favourite witches getting it off.

Thank you, for this delightful and beautifully-characterized piece.

Also, could you please pass on a note to Messrs Weasley? I'd like to order a large bottle of their day-dream potion. An invoice with a description that can be filed in a business administration without raising eyebrows would be greatly appreciated.